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Harry woke up in Hermione's company. Her warm body felt like heaven to him, but their little time together was interrupted when Tonks walked into their room without knocking. She didn't seem to care that Harry had slept with Hermione; quite the opposite, she wanted to join them.
"Have you ever heard of knocking, Nym?" Harry asked idly; as he stood up from the bed, still naked, she eyed his cock for a moment, biting her lower lip, she felt drool in her mouth, but she quickly reminded herself that she wasn't here to suck his cock; perhaps later.
"Knocking is outdated, Harry, but I'm afraid you have to come with me." Tonks said with a sigh, and from the way her voice changed to professional at the end, the boy who lived knew this wasn't something simple.
"Why?"
"Professor Dumbledore, Lady Bones, wants a word with you. They want to know everything that happened, and how you were able to fight and kill the Death Eaters." Tonks answered, walking up to the table to drink some water.
Great, just what I needed, Harry thought sarcastically.
He knew sooner or later, people would start asking questions; after all, he was in the Fourth Year and was able to kill many Death Eaters, but he was already prepared. He just needed to play his cards right. He still remembered what Ron told him since he had saved Susan Bones.
Amelia Bones owned him, so he could use that to his advantage. As long as he could keep Holy Magic a secret for a little while longer, that would be beneficial. He didn't know yet what Voldemort was brewing, but he wanted to keep his Holy Magic a secret and end him once and for all. As long as Voldemort thought of him as nothing but a Fourth Year, then he could use that to catch him off guard.
With that in mind, Harry stood up from the bed and reached down for his clothes; while Tonks enjoyed the little show he was putting on for her, he knew she was eyeing his cock. "My eyes are up here, Nym." Harry teased with a smirk while pointing at his emerald eyes.
"I make my own decision, thank you very much. A girl sees what she likes," Nym said, licking her lips slowly. She wondered if there was time to do something fun, but she quickly got rid of that thought. She knew her boss would see right through her. Seriously, Amelia Bones sometimes could read their minds. She didn't need Legilimency to do that, and sometimes, her boss scared her.
"Does the girl like what she sees?" Harry asked, teasing further as he put on his underwear and pants before putting on his shirt.
"Oh, I do, but we don't have time right now," Tonks said with a wicked smile before striding towards him. He looked up at her; she was still slightly taller than him, but he knew he was getting taller.
"Perhaps we can have fun later," Nym whispered in a seductive voice before kissing his lips, but she pulled away before he could return the kiss; much to his disappointment, she winked at him with an evil smile before turning on her heels and walking to the door, but he could tell she was swaying her hips as she was doing so, knowing Harry could not look away from her ass.
Harry took a deep breath. You must stay focused, Harry. You must stay focus, he repeated in his head before following Nym.
Since they were at Weasley's House, he opened the door and walked downstairs. It was very early in the morning, and silence had engulfed the House. As he stepped on the first floor and walked into the living room, following Nym, who had been quiet since they left his room, he almost expected the twins to already be awake, but he assumed this was too early even for them.
The home's living room was a cozy room with a sofa and armchairs. There was a large fireplace, a vast wooden bookshelf, and a that, rather than telling the time, indicated each Weasley family member's status. Instead of numbers, there were various phrases such as "home," "school," "work," "traveling," "lost," "dentist," "hospital," "prison," and "mortal peril." Instead of arms to tell the time, there were nine hands, one for each family member. With 's return, the hands constantly pointed to "mortal peril."
Dumbledore was sitting on the armchair, with Amelia and Mister Weasley sitting on the sofa. He could hear them talking, but their discussion ended when Harry walked into the living room; the three quickly turned to face him as he strode forward.
"Good Morning, Harry. I hope you have slept well." Mister Weasley greeted him with his usual friendly smile; Harry returned the smile as always.
"Thank you for having me, Mister Weasley. I have never slept better," Harry said with a welcoming tone as they shook hands; Mister Weasley seemed pleased to hear his words.
"I hope Ron didn't snore too much," he said with a pat on the back. Now Harry remembered that he was supposed to be sleeping in his room, not with Hermione, but he didn't bother correcting him as he turned to face Dumbledore and Amelia Bones.
"It's good to see you well, my dear boy." Dumbledore said sincerely as they greeted one another before turning to face Amelia, who still held a stern face.
"You know, boss, it won't kill anybody if you smile a bit more," Tonks suggested in a hushed voice.
"Did I ask you?" Nym had no answer as Amelia turned to face Harry, shaking his hand, before offering him a seat in a wooden chair placed near Dumbledore's armchair. The Sofa and the Armchair faced Harry, so he felt like a deer in front of a pack of wolves.
"Mister Potter, what happened last night was quite unfortunate. But I think you want to know what the mark in the sky was?" Amelia questioned.
Harry already had an idea who it belonged to, but still nodded, wanting to know as she handed him a folded newspaper, and in the front with big letters was written the headline, and below was a moving picture of a giant skull with a snake for its tongue: Last Night, after the World Cup. A group of Dark Wizards attacked the place, and someone among them put this mark on the sky. The Same mark hasn't been seen for fourteen years ago when The Boy Who Lived triumphant over the Dark Wizard...
It went on, but Harry wasn't really interested in reading more. He always found it annoying that he was given credit for something he didn't do that night. He was just a baby. How could he have done anything?
"Professor, what does this mean? Has Vol—You Know Who returned?" Harry asked a little anxiously as he handed the newspaper to Mr. Weasley.
"No, Voldemort hasn't returned to power yet. I would know right away, Harry." Dumbledore said calmly. Harry furrowed a brow, wondering how he knew that. Did he have someone who could tell him?
Harry looked around, and only now did he notice that Sirius wasn't around. He wondered where his Godfather had gone; he was supposed to be here, too, but he quickly escaped his thoughts when a stern voice spoke to him.
"Mister Potter, I'm thankful for saving my niece, Susan. She's all I have left. House Bones owns you, if you ever need help, then you can talk to me at any time you want."
"Everyone would have done the same, Lady Bones. Susan, well, I might not know her, she was still one of us, she needed help and I knew I could help her. How is she? Is she feeling better?" Harry asked with concern, leaning forward from the chair, his back slightly crooked.
As selfless as ever, Tonks thought. Sometimes, she wished he would take more credit for what he did, but it seemed his words had been the right ones as Amelia smiled just a little at the boy.
Nym really wanted to make a comment, perhaps take a photo, and share it everywhere in the United Kingdom. She could already imagine the headlines in the newspapers everywhere; it would gain even more attraction than this attack on the World Cup.
The single woman, Amelia Bones, is seen smiling towards Harry Potter, who is also single. Tonks giggled at the newspaper headline she made up in her mind, but it seemed her giggle wasn't appreciated by her boss, who gave her a stern look.
"Anything funny, Tonks?"
"Nope, Ma'am," Tonks said right away, straightening herself up. But the way her hair changed from red to pink to red again, she knew her boss didn't believe her.
"Mister Potter, while I'm grateful for what you did, I must ask you a few important questions." Amelia looked up at him, and he motioned for her to continue. She reached into her pockets and pulled out a notebook; with her other hand, she grabbed a pencil.
"Last night, before leaving, I questioned Fleur Delacour. What happened during the attack and everything else? She mentioned that you could use several spells I had never heard of before. Would you mind telling us more, Mister Potter?" Amelia questioned firmly. Harry felt her eyes on him as if trying to read his mind. He knew she couldn't do that because of his Holy Magic, and if she tried, he would know, so he knew she wasn't trying to use Legilimency.
"Sure. The Spells I was using were spells from House Potter and spells that my mother had created. They had left scrolls for me to read and learn in case something happened to them. The Spell that I used was a healing spell that my mother had created, using my own magic to create-" Harry went on and explained how he changed his own magic to use it as a healing spell, saying how magic could change its form to be used for different purposes, he then talked about the spells that he used against the Death Eaters, but he didn't bother mentioning Κenodiastma, the Spell that created the empty space without air, he knew the only ones who witnessed him using it were dead right now so it didn't really matter. He knew what Κenodiastma did was very difficult to pull off by using everyday magic since they needed to control air.
Since he said the spells he used were spells of House Potter, only the Minister of Magic and those higher than him had the power to order Harry to hand over the spells that belonged to his House.
After he was done, Amelia looked at him, trying to see if he was lying, but she seemed mildly impressed, too. "Did you come up with any of the spells yourself?" Harry didn't need to answer, and Dumbledore finally decided to say something since he had been quiet since the interrogation started.
"I have been helping, Harry. Madam Amelia, since the third year started, when I got the news that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban, I decided that Harry needed to be more prepared and ready to defend himself if it was needed, of course, at the time. We all were still under the assumption that Sirius was a killer, but even after he was proven to be innocent. I still trained Harry throughout the rest of the year whenever I had free time and during the whole Summer." Dumbledore explained with a rare twinkle in his eyes. Amelia seemed fully convinced as she wrote something in her small notebook before handing it to Tonks.
"Well, what you did will be rewarded Mister Potter. House Delacour has already contacted our Ministry, and they all are showing great graditute towards you for saving Lady Fleur. I believe the Minister of Magic of French himself will come to visit Hogwarts this year, and now he has two reasons to visit Hogwarts." Amelia said with a rare smile that made Tonks smirk in triumph.
Harry knew she was talking about the Triwizard Tournament, but he hadn't known the Minster of Magic from France would come to visit. He figured it made sense since a witch from their country would be part of the Triwizard Tournament.
"Lady Bones, did they capture who conjured the Dark Mark?"
"I'm afraid not, Minsister Fudge and the others suspected that his House Elf was the one to conjure the dark mark since she was found with a wand on her hand." Lady Amelia explained, and Harry gave her a skeptical look.
"I know, and we have already checked everything, and with a few tests. We know it wasn't her, but Minister Fudge refuses to use the same elf anymore." Harry was relieved that Hermione wasn't here to listen to this; she would undoubtedly get very upset to hear about the house elf.
"Now we are done here," Lady Amelia said as she stood up before turning to look at Tonks. You are coming with me, Nymphadora." Tonks's hair turned bright red like it was on fire. Harry tried but failed to hide his chuckle, and Tonks gave him a look of pure betrayal.
"What? I told you I like your full name, and you look cute when you get angry." Harry teased without a hint of shame; Dumbledore seemed proud to hear Harry talk with so much confidence. Amelia murmured 'Teenagers' under her breath, and Mister Weasley looked a little uncomfortable.
Tonks sighed heavily, knowing she was completely powerless when Harry used his charm against her, and she wasn't talking about the spells. "You will pay for this later, young man." Tonks threatened halfheartedly before turning to follow Lady Amelia.
"I can't wait. You know I like your punishment," Harry teased. Tonks turned bright red, and it wasn't just her hair this time as both she and Amelia disappeared, leaving behind only Dumbledore, who stood up, ready to leave as well.
"Harry, I have to leave too. This year will be more exciting for all of you, and I hope it doesn't involve You-Know-Who this time." Dumbledore said with a rare smile. Harry banes the headmaster goodbye, and he disappears; not long after, the rest of the Weasleys appear one by one through the flu network inside their house. Harry raised an eyebrow when Sirius appeared holding several bags, and he wasn't the only one; they all carried bags as if they were going somewhere.
"Where were you?" Harry asked Sirius as he approached him before giving his godson a big hug.
"We all were at Diagon Alley. I didn't want to interrupt your private time with Hermione, so I decided to buy what you needed for this year." Sirius answered with a wink, letting Harry know that he knew everything that happened between him and Hermione before giving him the bags with the new books for this year. As Harry started reading the titles of the new books, he quickly noticed something odd that Sirius had brought for him.
"Sirius, why did you buy me this?" Harry questioned, confused, pointing at the dress robes he knew belonged to him; since they were his size, he was going to Hogwarts, not to a school for dancing.
"Not just you, Harry. Look at this." Ron suddenly chimed in with a look of pure horror while pointing at a set of dresses he was holding up with his hands; the robes he held had a large collar with frills around it, making it look ridiculous.
"Are these for Dobby?" Harry couldn't help himself. The twins and Ginny burst out laughing, and even Percy snickered. Meanwhile, Ron looked like he had just been thrown a bucket of cold water on his face; he looked as if he had suddenly lost all will to live.
"Very funny, mate. Ginny, how about you wear them?" Ron offered while showing Ginny the dress, who looked disgusted.
"These are hideous. I'm not trying to look like a clown." Now Ron looked even more miserable, but Harry decided to make him feel better. They never allowed him to buy the books for them, but he was sure they could allow this one.
"Don't worry, Ron. I will buy you a new set, and ones that don't look like they came out of a cow's mouth." Harry reassured him. Ron looked relieved, knowing he wouldn't have to wear whatever the hell his mother had bought him, but that still begged the question: Why?
"Sirius, why did you buy me this?" Harry asked, pointing at his own dress robe. This quickly earned Ron's attention. He, too, wanted to know why they needed to buy dress robes.
Sirius snickered, an evil smirk on his face. Now Harry wanted to know about it even more. He knew about the Triwizard Tournament, but for a moment, he wondered if one of the challenges involved them wearing a dress robe. He wouldn't be part of it, and Sirius knew that, so why buy him a dress robe?
"It's a secret, Harry. Trust me, you will like it once you learn the truth," Sirius promised before patting him on the back.
"Somehow, I doubt it," Harry said, looking at his dress robe. It looked similar to his school uniform; it was cut in the same style.
"Are you doubting me, Harry?" Sirius said, sounding hurt, with a hand over his heart. "You hurt me, Harry," Sirius added dramatically before wiping away fake tears from his eyes; Harry chuckled at the little performance before putting back his dress robe.
At this point, he knew Hermione should be walking up soon and quickly walked upstairs. But before reaching the final step, Fred called him from downstairs. He quickly walked back to see Fred leaning against the wall.
"Harry, this came for you," He said with a knowing smile, holding an envelope in his hand; Harry furrowed a brow; he wasn't expecting a letter from anyone, and he could feel everyone's gaze on him as he turned it around and in the front was written.
For Monsieur Harry Potter
Harry turned a bit red, his face beamed like a star. He wasn't expecting a letter from Fleur so soon, and only now did he notice the good aroma that the envelope emitted, like fresh flowers. George, who was nearby, quickly read what was written.
"Everyone, Harry has just received a letter from a Veela," George said out loud; everyone had heard him; Ginny let out a whistle, and Sirius was wiping away even more fake tears from his eyes, looking even more proud; Miss Weasley seemed like she didn't like what she heard, while Ron seemed impressed, and Harry was a little nervous.
"What? Why are you all staring at me?" Harry asked, a little annoyed, before rushing upstairs.
"Harry, just don't forget to tell us when the wedding is." Fred's voice reached him as he entered the room he had shared with Hermione last night. He quickly closed the door before locking it, not wanting to be interrupted.
Hermione seemed to be still sleeping, and he slowly sat on a chair near the only window in the room that showed the garden that Weasleys had in front of the House. Harry quickly opened the envelope, unfolded the letter inside, and started reading.
'Dear Harry,
Thank you again for what you did last night. My father wants to meet you, but don't worry. I told him that he could wait until the Triwizard Tournament. My sister is feeling much better. She started rereading the books about you and your adventures when you were four years old. She wants to meet you again. I want to meet you too, and since I will be at Hogwarts soon enough, I hope we can have a friendly fight. I bet you are the best at the Dueling Club at Hogwarts. Again. I appreciate what you did and can't wait to meet you again. Inside you should find a little something from me.
With Love, Fleur.'
Harry felt warmth on his body. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but smile like an idiot.
He folded the letter and put it in his pocket before looking at the open envelope again. At the bottom was a gold necklace; he slowly pulled it out, now seeing the entire necklace. At the end was the figure of a beautiful woman with two sets of wings, one black and one white. Harry wondered if this woman was anyone important to Fleur and French in general, as the Four Founders of Hogwarts are for Hogwarts.
He picked up the necklace, and the metal felt warm against his hand and smooth, too, almost like he was touching a pillow. He couldn't help but notice that it seemed weightless. Gold was heavy, and if this necklace was made of gold, it should weigh around two to three kilograms, but it felt as heavy as a feather. He put it around his neck and felt a rush of warmth, like a warm blanket around him. The woman figure's eyes turned green, and the wings seemed to be shimmering.
"What is this?" Harry wondered but decided to tuck the figure below his shirt.
"I bet that is from Fleur." His heart almost stopped for a second, but he quickly recognized her voice and turned around to see Hermione had woken up, the mattress covering her naked body up to her shoulder; she looked at him with a not-so-innocent smile as she crawled all the way to the edge of the bed, the mattress sliding off her body, showing her beautiful breasts.
Harry couldn't fathom how his bookworm friend could make herself smile like that. Where had this side of her been the whole time?
"Harry, are you already bored of me?" Hermione asked with a teasing voice. Harry chuckled before walking up to her. He quickly kissed her lips. She hummed pleasantly as they kissed. His hands wrapped around her bushy hair, and her hands explored his toned abs and chest.
"Hermione," he pulled away, earning a groan of disappointment from his bushy-haired friend, who pouted at him cutely. He knew this could easily go far.
"We need to join the others," Harry reminded her; she smiled at him seductively before kissing his neck. Harry groaned, lifting her face and kissing her lips again, soon followed by her jawline and neck, especially at her sweet spot, causing Hermione to moan in pleasure.
"Harry, you tell me that we should stop, are you sure you want to stop?" With a playful smirk dancing across her lips and a seductive tone lacing her words, Hermione leaned in closer to Harry, her hand trailing down his body until it rested on his growing erection. The sound of his deep groans only fueled her desire as she slipped her hand under his pants, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing member. She began to stroke him, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. Each movement of her small, warm hand felt like pure bliss to Harry.
"You want to leave, Harry, but this is telling me something else." Hermione couldn't resist a mischievous smirk as she playfully teased her hand along the waistband of Harry's pants, slowly inching them down until they pooled around his ankles. With a sly glance up at him, she continued her tantalizing exploration, removing his underwear in one swift motion. Harry's erection sprang forth, eagerly awaiting her touch. Hermione's lips parted as she licked them, her eyes never leaving the throbbing member in front of her. She finally enveloped the head of his cock in her warm, wet mouth, causing Harry to moan in pure pleasure. The sensation was electric as she expertly worked her tongue and lips along his length, driving him wild with desire.
Later
"You know, behind that pretty face and how much of a bookworm you are, you are the devil," Harry said teasingly as he and Hermione finally got out of bed and were busy wearing their clothes.
"You still love me all the same, and if I'm the devil, what does that make you?" Hermione replied teasingly, trying to wear her shirt. Harry quickly helped her move her head through the hole. Her hair popped out. Harry smiled lovingly, kissing her cheek before kissing her forehead.
"You are beautiful, Hermione, never allow anyone to say otherwise."
"I don't care what others think of me." She said as she looked up at his green eyes. "I only care what you think. Everyone else doesn't matter." Hermione finished, giving him a small peck on the lips before her eyes went towards the new necklace around his neck. She had noticed it while they were making love, but at that point, she was too busy with something else to ask about the necklace.
"Fleur sent you a necklace. You just met her, and you are already boyfriend and girlfriend." Hermione teased, looking at the necklace and placing the figure on her palm. She couldn't help but notice how heavy it was, and she wondered why Fleur would send such a heavy necklace.
"It's quite heavy," she commented, trying to see if the chain was putting too much pressure on Harry's skin. Thankfully, there was no sign of a red mark under the skin.
"Heavy? It's as light as a feather." Harry said a little confused. Hermione arched an eyebrow, but she quickly figured it was a magical necklace. She wondered what it could do. For a moment, she feared that it might not be safe for Harry to wear it, but she quickly realized that it was foolish. Harry had saved Fleur's life after all.
"Fleur already sent you a letter," Hermione said with a pleased tone. Knowing Harry had read a letter near the window, it didn't take a genius to know it was from Fleur.
"Yeh, she's coming to Hogwarts this year. I think you can meet her too," Harry said excitedly, but Hermione tilted her head to the side, looking at him in confusion.
"Wait, why is she coming to Hogwarts? Is she changing School?" Hermione questioned; she didn't even know if changing School was an option; it most likely was, but she had never heard of a witch or wizard changing school before.
Harry snickered at her funny face before explaining the Triwizard Tournament and what Fleur and Susan had told him last night.
"How come I never heard of it?" Hermione complained, slapping her hands to the sides of her waist. Harry chuckled more, leaving it to her to be annoyed that she didn't know what the tournament was.
"I'm sure we will find out more at Hogwarts," Harry reassured her, but suddenly, she had a serious look on her face.
"You are not participating in that Tournament," she said strictly, pointing a finger at him as if she were an angry teacher yelling at her student.
Harry snickered at her antics. "You know you could be a great teacher at Hogwarts," Harry suggested. Hermione suddenly gave a thoughtful look. She liked the idea before quickly remembering that Harry was trying to distract her.
"You are still not participating on that Tournament Harry, end of discussion." Hermione quickly reminded him with her bossy voice. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I wasn't going to anyway. No. I want this year to be completely normal, without anyone or anything trying to kill me." Harry said enthusiastically.
Fleur
A week later, Fleur woke up hearing the sound of something tapping on the window. She turned around and saw a white owl on her windowsill.
She was one of the most beautiful owls she had seen as she moved her legs over the bed frame and stood up. She opened the window and quickly got the package from her talons, reliving the owl of the weight he was carrying.
"Merci." She said sweetly before giving the owl something good for him to eat and water to drink.
The package was a small green box with small golden letters on the front: A Gift for Fleur was written on top of the box.
When she opened the box, she saw that Harry had sent her a letter and a gift.
Surprisingly, the gift was a book about Hogwarts and a wonderful silver necklace designed to look like waves rushing through the surface. Touching the metal felt like touching water itself.
It was not the first time she had received a gift from a boy; she had received hundreds of them. She was a Veela, and she was gorgeous—she knew that—but Harry's gift made her heart flutter. His gift was more than all of the others combined and more.
She quickly unfolded the letter and started reading. She used a charm so the words would translate to her language.
'Dear Fleur,
I really appreciate the necklace; it's amazing. I hope you like my gift, too. I didn't really know what to give you, but I hope you like it. I hope your sister is doing better. How are you? I hope everything is alright. Tell your parents that there's no need to thank me, seriously. Everyone else would have done the same.
I really like our little talk, and I hope we meet again soon. By the time this message reaches you, the new year will start within a week. Since this is the first time you are coming here, Hermione thought it would be a good idea to give you a book about Hogwarts and the surrounding areas. I hope you like it. I can't wait to meet you again, and perhaps we can have that friendly fight.
With Love, Harry.'
Fleur knew it was silly, but she felt her heart flutter from his words. It seemed she had been paying so much attention to reading the letter that she hadn't noticed that she wasn't alone in her room.
"Je le savais! (I knew it!)" She turned her head so fast that her neck almost cracked. In front of her was her little sister, smiling from ear to ear and looking at her as if she had just found out about the biggest secret in the world.
Before Fleur could utter a single word, her fast-moving sister grabbed the letter from her hands and ran outside the room, yelling out loud for everyone to hear.
"Harry Potter est le petit ami de Fleur!! (Harry Potter is Fleur's boyfriend!!)" Fleur quickly chased after her sister while cursing her luck.
The teasing would never end.
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